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It was as if it had not been moistened by light for a long, long time, and at this moment, the dim vision that seemed to be somewhat gray was lit up, and suddenly it became brilliant and bright, beautiful and bright.

I don't know how long it took to be dead and alive, when the morning light spilled in through the door screen, Xu Xuanzan unconsciously raised his hand and put it in front of his forehead to block it.

After a few moments, the rare light faded again, as the door closed again. Fang Cun's vision dimmed again, becoming more and more drowning as hopeless and deep, just like this state of mind.

The sound of subtle footsteps rippled not far in front of him, and in a moment, Xu Xuanzan saw a pair of miscanthus grass-colored monk's shoes. Slowly raising his head, Fahai in a dark yellow monk's robe stood in front of him like this.

He is still the same kind and compassionate Buddha, and he is still the same peaceful and peaceful supreme wise man, and he has not changed at all. If he hadn't experienced the ups and downs of yesterday's ups and downs, Xu Xuanzan would have been dormant and worshiped under his pure aura of transforming sentient beings and guiding the lost!

"Master......" Xu Xuanzan's throat moved, and his voice was hoarse. He looked sideways and pulled out a little slow, "Please, let me go." "Messy hair, sluggish, dementia, not like a bright person.

Fahai shook his head slowly.

"Huh. Xu Xuanzan narrowed his eyes and opened his lips and smiled bitterly, "Yes...... If you really want to spare me, it will not be time now, and yesterday will not come to detain me. "Whispering, like an early spring breeze blowing across the lake.

Fahai's peaceful eyebrows furrowed slightly, like a water lotus flower wrinkled by the east wind: "'Let go', 'detain'?" The tone was also slight, and he said the Buddha's horn with one hand, "Master Xu, the poor monk didn't restrain you, so how could he 'let go' you?

"I don't talk to you about these great Zen principles, I know I can't talk to you!" Sticking to the end of the conversation, Xu Xuanzan interrupted Fahai's seemingly unfinished speech with a wave of his sleeves, raised his eyes again, and fixed his eyebrows between Fahai's eyebrows with a trickle of anger, gritting his teeth fiercely, "In a word, do you let me go or not!"

The breeze pierced through the hall, the curtain and the two prayer flags fluttered slowly, and Fahai did not move.

"Good ......" was gloomy and silent, and Xu Xuanzan smiled bitterly again. A face opened and was sad, and the depressed and lost soul couldn't help but take small steps backwards. When he came to a sandalwood incense case carved with flowers, his body was suddenly chrome by the incense case, and he had no way to retreat.

There was silence for a moment, and the silence seemed to be able to hear the rapid "thump" heartbeat, as if hell was magnified and presented on earth......

"Puff ----" It was a muffled sound when his knees touched the ground, and Xu Xuanzan knelt straight in front of Fahai: "Master." The Adam's apple rolled, a shallow bitter smile hung on his lips, and a faint breath like a mosquito and a fly, "I kneel and beg you, let me go." Desperate, I only begged, "My lady is not a demon, really." It's you who got it wrong. He slowly lowered his head, and his soul was still lost. Haggard and wilted, like a faint butterfly that has folded its wings in late autumn and is gradually withering into ashes, "I want to go back...... Find my wife. ”

"Wronged......" A faint sigh of helplessness, wisps of Yanshun's mouth slowly spit out. Fahai raised his head slightly, closed his eyes, and sighed with relief. It seems to be unbearable, like compassion, and even more like helplessness......

I don't know which place in the courtyard is the incense hall of the Zen room and the sound of the ancient wooden fish, the sound of the wooden fish percussion and chanting, and the great artistic conception of Zen Buddhism is traced one after another.

"The donor can know that the hell karma is deep, and the suffering of reincarnation is getting heavier. It's not a question, it's just a faint one, "If you can't discern and don't have the wisdom eye, one day you will be affected by the many self-karma and common karma of the world of Suva, and you will be involved in the eternal fall into hell and the three paths of suffering." The eyebrows finally unfolded, and then slowly precipitated, "This is the final direction of the vast majority of confused beings, but this is not counted." He paused slightly, "What is even more painful is the good knowledge that has been clearly discerned and understood, has gained a wisdom heart, and has opened a wisdom eye, but is still mired in the red dust and suffering, and cannot extricate itself from it." For them, even falling into the hell path and the hungry ghost path seems to be less painful than living in the six realms of the world. Because those who do not know are at a loss, and those who know are well versed in everything, all this has lost all their original false attraction for them, and they only want to break free, and they do not want this samsaric suffering to go up...... "Fahai pursed his lips, he wanted to stop talking, and now he suddenly wants to speak and stop.

He knew that he had said a little too much, and it was true that there was a lot of it.

It is true that every word of the truth is blood, and every sentence is tears! This sigh is also a state of mind that he has experienced and felt in the past.

Because I understand, because I have penetrated all and all the illusory illusions in the world, and because I know the word "emptiness", every day in this world is like being in purgatory, lingering. I am so longing, longing for a liberation, longing for this life when I have the privilege of hearing the "Fa", throw away my skin and body, and ascend to heaven and go to bliss.

He also deeply felt that even if he fell into hell and harbored evil spirits, he was much happier than those who understood everything and lived in the world as a "great virtue" and could not leave, because at least he could feel and prove the Dharma in the realm of "spirit".

If I am a beast, I will find great wisdom......

He did it.

In the human world, whether it is an animal or a human being, as long as it is a living being, it will have great wisdom. But why is it self-attaining great wisdom instead of illusory self-destruction? Attaining great wisdom, but not being able to earn it, is it even more painful!

It wasn't until he witnessed the blessings and enlightenment of the Buddha that the dead knot in his heart became cheerful at Huo Ran.

All cultivators will always have such a difficult mind. And the Buddha will also give blessings and enlighten at the most confused and critical moments......

The Zen sound is deep, the Sanskrit sound is like a tide, and the friction sound of Xu Xuanzan standing up on the surface of the ground evokes Fahai's thoughts that are extremely far away.

But seeing that he had a pair of red eyes, his lips were shy, and his voice was weak but very firm: "I want to go back and find my wife." ”

Huo Ran suddenly, Fahai suddenly felt that he was the only one who was finally moved by his teaching: "That's it......" Listening to the wind passing through the trees, there was only a momentary delay, Fahai looked at Xu Xuanzan again, and exhaled deeply, "No matter how much I force many things, in the final analysis, you have to see it clearly." He bowed his head, "Go back!"

"Hmm......" This time it was Xu Xuanzan's turn to be stunned. He really didn't expect that Zen Master Fahai would be so easy...... And let yourself go back?

Is he really going to let himself go back like this?!

In a trance, I saw Fahai probe pointing at his sleeve, and after a moment, he took out a string of Bodhi prayer beads with a pleasant color and a round bead body: "Master Xu, you can put this away." Hand it to Xu Xuanzan, "This string of Bodhi prayer beads, the poor monk personally opened the light." After you return home, you only need to secretly put this rosary under your lady's pillow, even if you have thousands of doubts, you will definitely be relieved!" He lowered his eyebrows and added, "At that time, if you are willing, you can come to this Zhenjiang Jinshan Temple to find a poor monk." ”

After such a confusing, sorrowful and joyful, the current Xu Xuanzan only wants to go back to his home even if he has two wings!

Fahai turned around, watching Xu Xuanzan's back as he gradually ran away, and his face became calm again: "Amitabha." A Buddha horn muttered, everything is not forced, and everything is under control.

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Since last night's sleepless night, until now it is more than half of noon, Bai Mao Nu has not rested for a moment on the embroidery couch, nor has he said a word. Just stood and sat in a daze, like a wood carved clay sculpture.

Qingqing stood and sat aside, but he could only watch, and there was no way to do it.

If it is put on her, according to her temperament, she will definitely go straight to Jinshan Temple without saying a word, pointing at the monks and asking for people from Fahai!

But my sister didn't want to. Why not, she didn't understand......

"Qing'er. ”

Huo Di suddenly, the faint call tossed in his ears. Qingqing was startled, and then she was overjoyed, and hurriedly turned around to welcome Bai Mao Nu closer: "Sister!" When she finally heard Mao Nu speak, she was very happy in her heart.

I saw that Mao Nu lowered his eyelids, and there was no look on his face, only a touch of loneliness and comfort remained: "I want to go back to Lin'an." Zhu lips spit slowly, his tone was flat, and it seemed that there were countless complicated mood packages hidden inside, "Go to the West Lake Broken Bridge where I met the official for the first time." ”

No matter how strong and indifferent he pretends to be, this situation seems so pale and powerless at this moment. Qingqing understood.

Of course, she also hopes that her sister will really see it and figure it out this time, and it will be best to return to Qingcheng Mountain to concentrate on cultivation as soon as she leaves: "Good". Qingqing should be down, shallow.

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The evening is ten, the residual light is like blood, and the slanting sun is like weaving.

The splendid and gorgeous golden waves swaying in the canopy silhouette Xu Xuanzan a handsome and long black dust figure, alone facing the empty courtyard, pavilion, and bamboo building...... Only in an instant, the soul is broken!

"Lady, where are you......" muttered.

When he hurriedly ran out of Jinshan Temple in the morning, he finally returned to Gusu after taking a boat for half a day at the dock. After returning home, Bai Maonu and Xiaoqing could not be found.

Bai Mao Nu has left, and this huge "home" suddenly appears empty. There is no popularity, no fireworks, and it is suspected to be a ghost and god road......

Xu Xuanzan dragged his lost soul, disheartened, and sat on the ground soaked in the sunset without eating or drinking, thinking about only the lady who didn't know where to go.

He misses her, he misses her, he loves her......

This feeling was not very strong when she was around. But when one day she was gone and gone, he suddenly felt a feeling of suffocation rushing over him, like a big hand stuck in his throat like a haze.

The night is getting darker, the moonlight is faint, and it is vaguely the words and smiles of the night and the moon in front of her court......

The past is like a tide, Xu Xuanzan recalled the bits and pieces that happened with his mother. From the beautiful and romantic first encounter, to the joy of giving silver to get married, to the huge blow of the sudden migration to Gusu, and the surprise and joy of tying the knot in the city of Gusu, and then to the opening of the security hall at the end......

Although it has only been less than half a year, at this time, these past events have been mixed with the smell of wisps of dust, as if it has been more than 1000 years...... Time is really the biggest illusion, the most fragile thing.

As soon as a thought came to him, he suddenly wanted to go to the West Lake Broken Bridge to have a look. It is the place where I met my wife for the first time, and it is a beautiful place where love and destiny are established......

Without hesitation, Xu Xuanzan immediately got up, simply packed up his baggage, and just like that, he rushed to Lin'an again by boat overnight.

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